Does Christmas ever end for Mexicans?
Dear Mexican: I was driving home along a road where a bunch of Mexicans live, and I noticed that almost every house has its Christmas lights still hanging from the rafters and reindeer and Santa Claus decorations weathered by the hot sun on the roofs. It's the middle of May — ¿qué onda? Is my gente so festive that it's hard to get over the holiday cheer? I mean, my mom would give me nalgadas if I didn't take ours down the day after the Reyes came and went.
Dear Wab: Mexicans never get over the Navidad because we never stop partying — everyone knows that! In fairness, our celebration of the winter holidays goes on much longer than gabacho Christians. We start off with Las Posadas, a re-creation of Mary and Joseph's search for lodging in Bethlehem that occurs daily for eight days up until Christmas Eve and always involves caroling, piñatas and pozole. Christmas Eve brings the Rosary at an aunt's house, tamales and flirting with your second cousin; Misa del Gallo (Rooster's Mass) celebrates the birth of the Nazarene at midnight and follows with more food. The actual Christmas holiday is an afterthought, because Mexican kiddies traditionally don't receive their presents until January 6 — what gabachos call Epiphany and Mexicans deem el Día de los Reyes Magos (The Feast Day of the Magi). Then comes the cruelest form of child abuse Mexican parents can inflict on their niños—giving them an Xbox 360 package stuffed with...underwear and socks.
Dear Mexican: I asked you a question a couple of months ago. I don't regularly read your column, so can you e-mail me to let me know when it's going to run?
Chula in Chula Vista
Dear Readers: In my year-end column, I usually run a question where someone calls me a pussy for not answering his misspelled rant. But over the past year, I've received variants of the above pregunta much more often. The answer ultimately remains the same: patience, gabachos, negritos, chinitos, mariposas, wabs and everyone else who reads this column. Patience. The ¡Ask a Mexican! archives now hold about 260 pages of preguntas I've yet to answer. To specifically contestar the above question: Lo siento, but I will not alert you when I finally get to your query — who do you think I am, a pinche Google alert? Nor will I individually answer you, as that would cut into my salary and I'd then have to take up my second job outside 7-Eleven selling fake phone cards. However, my promise remains: I will eventually respond in my column, whether in a week or in a couple of years. In the meantime, it's your duty to read the Mexican, week in, week out, until I get there, and continue to spread my Gospel.
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